Wednesday, November 23, 2011

It was crisp and clear the day after the rains. Golden leaves of the Sycamores rustled in front of blue sky, the sun glinting through them. Everywhere around me sandy soil was soaking in rain. I set out for a walk up the street with my old dog. A neighbor friend was walking too, pushing her 5 mo old baby girl in a baby carriage. So, we walked together.

Passing under the Cottonwoods, I realized Baby had a great view of the sky and the tops of the tall trees from where she sat. Yesterday's winds had blown down a lot of yellow leaves and left them piled on the roadside. I picked one up and held it out to her. She took it from me with her tiny pink fingers and thanked me with a warm smile. Her mother was afraid she would put it in her mouth. I had a feeling that she would not. No, she held it while we walked, her other hand feeling its texture. It was like no texture she had ever felt. Similar to the pages of a book? Perhaps. But this was a new touch sensation. This was Baby's First Autumn, and I felt a sense of joy at the thought that I had given her her First Autumn Leaf.. a gift of Nature.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The owls call out to each other, their voices low and solemn in the predawn darkness. The coffee pot gurgles reassuringly. I hear the light footsteps of coyote in my garden. My head is full of thoughts of butterflies, Monarchs migrating, golden wings against a blue California sky. And Autumn leaves, the yellow of Cottonwoods...

I found myself disappointed yesterday as I walked past a tall stand of Cottonwoods. They didn't have much color. They seemed to have gone from green to brown without the glorious color of other years. But, just then a breeze came and rustled the tall branches way up high. Dozens of leaves were sent flying downward, above my head, swirling, gliding, laughing "What fun!" I couldn't help but smile and stop to watch them.

And, at that moment, it didn't matter about their color. They held in their flight the magic of all the other times I'd watched Autumn leaves fall. For that moment... it was all Autumns.